The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-11

"Oh, yes; monsieur. saw that.
She Just threw her arms around his
neck and kissed him, well, perhaps
dozen times. said to myself"
Enough" cried Pascal. Enough"
and
TO KEEP FROM CRYING ALOUD
In his agony he buried his nails deep
into the palms of his hands.
Here" said he at last, in sti1ed
,oncs; ''here," are three louis for your
trouble; but remember, If you are
asked questions, that madame and Il
were together in the carriage"
"Preciscly," cried the driver; 81 re-
member it-you were together in the
carriage
But your number coachman. Per-
haps l may need you. What is it?"
"6, 222.h
"And your name?n
',Antoine de I'Urbaine, Rue Levallois-
Ferret"
Pascal made a note of the name and
street. and signed for him to 90. The
man departed, awkwardly bowling him
self from the room. yet well content
with his evenings work.
CHAPTER III.
"And now for the wait ne maid"
said Pascal rising and ringing the bell,
his features, in spite of his efforts to be
calm, distorted with the doubts that
racked his heart. What can she have
to tell me? What have yet to
hearP"
"Do you know, Julie he began, as
the woman. in obedience to his sum-
mons came into the room, "why
madame changed her mind after an
nouncing her intention not to 90 out
this EVENING""
mo, monsieur; that is, | only know
this that you had scarcely gone when
courier brought madame a letter.
After reading it she called for her
cloak and hat, and sent Justin for a
carriage"
"Did she say where she was going?"
ooh, yes, monsieur; to her mothers,
Madame Dumaras."
is her mother worse? Did she send
ior her, do you think?"
81 do not know. mons eur, but
should say not, for Madame Borsier
seemed very happy after reading the
tote.
''wHAT BECAME OF THAT LETTER.
"Madame threw it in the fire"
Turning his eyes in that direction,
Pascal really perceived, lying within
he fender scorched and blackened
"trip of paper, still crumpled into a
)al as when tossed from Christmas
myers but Il few hours ago. There it
ay, that key to the agonizng mystery.
What would he not have given to have
,ecn able to decipher the characters on
hat charred and crumbling scrap!
"Did You notice the handwriting"
lsked Dr. Borsier, avoiding the eyes of
he femme de chambrc.
"Oh no, mons eur; ! would not al
ow mvself!' cred the girl Indignantly.
Besides, never saw it. Madame re-
eived the letter herself from the hands
# the courier But Justin heard ma
lame order the coachman TO drive to
he Rue du Rocher."
After all, he thought to himself, she
eally began the evening by going to
he house OF her molher--such ruses
we're familiar enough-and, an hour
alter. to her rendezvous. He saw it
Ill; there was really no other expana-
ion of her late return, almost mid
light. Madame Dumarais, an invalid
or years, was never known to remain
ut of bed later than nine o'clock; and
hen the carriage which was taken at
lcven o'clock. at the entrance to the
Rue Trouchet point, rs every one
new, far enough away from the Rue
IN Rocher; and that man. the man in
he overcoat whom she had embraced.
hamelcssly embraced in the open
treet-what more could he want? He
Jared at the dead with menacing looks.
If thou art innocent" he cried.
speak and tell me So"
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